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E-40 - Brownie Points lyrics
[a-1] yeah [e-40] seven-oh-seven [a-1] yeah.. charlie hustle [e-40] playa, playa [a-1] what's wrong with these old niggaz man? D-day, what's wrong with these niggaz? [e-40] what's wrong with these niggaz? [a-1] this fuckin game.. tryin to get brownie points and stripes [e-40] smack points (yeah) yeah [a-1] you got somethin for these old niggaz doe [e-40] what we got fo' em big balla? [a-1] yeah, yeah, yeah [e-40] beotch! [a-1] What's the subject? fo' brings niggaz they kotex Where we reside i creeps my ass up inside And smash these brownies off in his face That i done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste Catch him out his place, out of his area With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier Nigga tried to fuck mines off (what'd he do?) Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on ??watoo?? Dude you done broke fuckin code I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload Be like i can motherfuckin explode Talkin about i'll be fuckin all kind of women That's b-r-p, blade run or pimpin Once upon a time there was this guy named dane Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris-krossed game I don't owe this motherfucker in the first But he done made livin in my house a whole lot worse Tryin to gain some stripes [e-40] It's nothin nice -- read him his rights Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe Snake eyes is crooked dice {"goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points"} It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife And try to, put yo' ass on ice For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes Niggaz'll take your life just to {"get them brownie points"} [a-1] You niggaz got me stuck what? Watchin y'all spit it and get it fucked up Lucked up, my mobb niggaz, yea we gon' bust what If he isn't never see mail, cause that we sell Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail Motherfuckers grindin but we all ain't played And all ain't paid, now watch em all get sprayed Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it For you newcomers who thinkin you done it, i put my fist in it Let yo' bitch get it, serve a d and watch a bitch split it If i ain't wit it, it wasn't enough fuckin chips in it Niggaz try to gain stripe, i flame mic Got em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight Keep my name hyped, strivin to get my name right When it's fucked up, i'm the one you can blame right Hatin on my niggaz when i did the shit Yo we the shit, represent this hogg ass bitch [e-40] It's nothin nice -- read him his rights Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe Snake eyes is crooked dice {"goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points"} It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife And try to, put yo' ass on ice For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes Niggaz'll take your life just to {"get them brownie points"} Young mack jr. ain't nothin but 14, mack jr. think he tough Mack jr. be havin problems with his stomach, throwin up that green stuff Mack jr. done tried everything (in the bay) the whole taco Mack jr. be takin whiffles of that khadafi and shovin it up his nostrils Mack jr. just got out the hall, jr. i call your bluff Jr. ain't to be played, jr. quick to bust Mack jr. be geekin, mack jr. be havin withdrawal Mack jr. be tweekin mack jr. be workin hella close with the law I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the dude But mack jr. all the time be seein my visniggeols on the tizznelevision tube Fool know not that he'll blunder, i got yo' ass hypnotized, talkin about "when you see that nigga e-40, element of surprise!" One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights That ain't fair so stop that baby attitude why do niggaz gotta cheat Don't them niggaz know i got enough fetti to put they whole fuckin family to sleep? It's nothin nice -- read him his rights Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe Snake eyes is crooked dice {"goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points"} It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife And try to, put yo' ass on ice For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes Niggaz'll take your life just to {"get them brownie points"} |
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